It was late into the night.
The lights of the Reflections Villa had dimd, no longer as stunningly opulent as before, leaving only a few dozen passage lanterns emitting a warm yet faint glow.
The villa was eerily quiet. Everyone had already retired for the night. Martha left her room; ensuring there was no one around, she took a detour and arrived at another room. Before turning the knob, she looked around cautiously.
Seeing no one was following, she quickly entered and locked the door behind her.
The man inside noticed her arrival, his voice filled with reproach.
"Why are you here?"
"I’ve looked around. No one’s following ."
Martha poured herself a glass of water. After gulping it down, she angrily crumpled the disposable cup.
"A cheap tart, thinking she’s so important." The man’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, apparently extrely dissatisfied with Alma’s actions.
"Isn’t that right? I can’t swallow this anger!" Martha said angrily. "She bullied Serena again and again. She really treats Serena like a pushover!"
"For these kinds of things, just send a WhatsApp. No need to co all this way," the man said, reminding her.
"I just missed you." Martha suddenly ca closer and embraced him, showing a hint of a girlish deanor.
"You haven’t co to see in months."
It seed that ever since Serena’s college entrance examination and sumr vacation, he hadn’t shown the sa enthusiasm as before.
The man was sowhat resistant to her approach, saying coldly,
"Stop it. We have important things to do."
"Yes, it’s late and quiet. We should do sothing important." Martha began to undo her nightgown.
The man quickly fastened it back for her.
"Hurry back. If soone found out—"
"No one will find out," Martha said, suddenly noticing a hint of pink fabric under the covers.
She couldn’t believe it. As if realizing sothing, she wanted to rush over and check.
"It’s ti to go." The man pushed her, not letting her near the bed. "Rest early."
Martha angrily stomped on his foot. Taking advantage of his pain, she rushed over to lift the blanket.
Underneath, a completely naked, panicked woman set Martha’s anger ablaze.
It was the newly hired maid—Nina.
"Very good, you little tart. You even seduced my man!" Martha went straight to hitting her.
"Ah! Martha, I didn’t know Erik was your man." Nina covered her face in pain, quickly begging for rcy.
"If I knew, I would never have gotten into his bed—"
"Watch how I deal with you, you shaless little tart!" Martha hit her fiercely, choking her.
"You like to play innocent. When Mr. Collins wouldn’t fall for it, you moved your wicked thoughts to Erik!"
Nina scread in pain.
"Martha, stop it!"
This ti, Erik angrily pulled Martha off the bed.
With her hair undone and her body trembling, Martha pointed at Erik in a fit of rage.
"Erik, have you no conscience? Who have I been toiling for all these years? How dare you do such a thing! Either let vent my anger today by beating this little hussy and kicking her out, or I’ll go to Mrs. Collins and tell her everything about what happened back then!"
"Martha!"
"Do you think I won’t do it?"
Martha’s hysterical ranting made Erik feel like a deflated balloon. In the end, he just stood there, silent, casting a blind eye on the scene.
Martha knew he had backed down. She rushed forward to confront the mistress, relentlessly pinching her and slapping her across the face.
"You little tramp! Just because you’re young and attractive, you think you can seduce anyone you want? I’ll teach you a lesson today!"
"Ah! Stop hitting ! Erik, help !" Nina struggled and, in the process, accidentally knocked off Martha’s wig.
She froze instantly, tears welling in her eyes.
"So, everything Erik said was true. You really are bald."
"You little tramp!" Martha was infuriated and started hitting her even harder.
After a while, the sound of a car reached their ears.
Nina, who was being beaten helplessly by the window, noticed Rosemary driving back ho.
In a hurry, she said,
"It seems like Ms. Rose is back! Martha, let go. Ms. Rose is always smart. If she hears us—"
Martha looked out, and indeed, it was that annoying Rosemary. She couldn’t have chosen a worse ti to co back!
She pinched Nina even harder.
"Whatever you heard tonight, keep it to yourself. Find an excuse to resign tomorrow. And if I find out you have any other ideas..."
"No, no! I’ll resign tomorrow, and I won’t say a word I’m not supposed to. I will leave, taking all the secrets with !"
A murderous glint flashed in Martha’s eyes. She pushed Nina away, shot a fierce glare at Erik, and then turned to leave.
Rosemary parked the car in the garage and then took the elevator to the first floor.
Today, she received news from Kelly that Nightshade would be auctioned off at an underground auction in Zion City. Only their old mbers could enter, and they had to verify their assets before entering.
Kelly was a regular at all the big auction houses and was a VIP mber, so she could bring friends along. But she had sothing to take care of. So after bringing Rosemary in, she had to leave. Therefore, Rosemary planned to make a trip to Zion City tomorrow to attend the auction tomorrow night and bring back Nightshade.
She wanted to go ho and pack so things, but as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Martha sneaking back into the living room.
"Ms. Rose, you are back."
Martha’s tone seed to carry a hint of sarcasm.
Rosemary looked at her coldly.
"What are you sneaking around here for in the middle of the night?"
"Ms. Rose, you are joking. What can a servant like do so late at night? Instead, all the young ladies are asleep at this hour. Why are you coming ho so late?"
Rosemary caught the sarcasm in her words and replied coldly,
"Idle people should go to bed early. There’s no point in wandering around here in the middle of the night. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were sneaking around."
Martha seed a bit annoyed.
"Ms. Rose, let’s talk."
"Talk about what?" Rosemary responded coldly.
"Should we talk about why you keep wearing a wig? Or should we talk about the hidden story between you and Serena?"
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